DNA of Death We cannot wait on some epiphany That shall effect the change our nature's need Or found on the earth a human harmony And in our killing-fields plant Godhead's seed. The spirit sleeps its drugged lethargic sleep As blood is poured and Death victorious Bestrides the hills and decimates the sheep. The Lamb of God in silence weeps for us. Immortal lost within our mortal dress, Shall yet another cataclysmic hour Descend on man before he will confess His spirit's truth and the transforming power Admit within acknowledging that love Must one day penetrate this god-touched brute Whose standard is the laurel and the dove, Th

Sing On Poet Now in my 64th year The blossoms of poets drop on me, As in the shaping of a tear Or rain from leaf-hung canopy. Their chant upon my hearing falls, Never have I heard such song, Such music as my spirit calls, To what height do they belong? I feel their rhythms, hear their cries Of beauty born from death's grey tide, The voice of Truth mid all our lies, Though darkness reign and light denied. Sing on poet 'til night is done, Morning in our lives renew, The wedding of the bride begun, Earth anointed honours you.

The Lotus Seed Now I drink the solitary wine Embittered with tears, the taste of acid rain, And on the scraps of sorrow weeping dine, Such Beauty shall not pass this way again. We are allotted time then we are called When spirit tires of the progress made In human flesh , the epic journey stalled, Leaves the form-bound shell, the birth delayed, The birth of knowledge borne from fiery heights, The union of the fountain with its source; We cannot neglect the gift of God's delights For mundane goals ephemeral and coarse. Yet there is One within who waiting smiles Expecting not subservience or need, With fluting calls the errant heart

We Have Shared a Grace - For Mary Helen O emptiness – where once a heart had stood Young and glowing in the joy of youth, Of one who lived within, deep within And heroically faced the demons of the night, Who found, leaving all the world behind, This world of satisfaction and of ease, At the far end of our spinning earth One whom her longing soul would recognize, The Mother of all sorrow and all joy Whose holocaust still shall save the world. Her soul led, the body acquiesced And all the deep refinement of her birth Was cast into the poverty and filth Of suffering too deep to comprehend And hopelessness the West had never seen.

A Strong Wind at Coppermine - For Mary Helen "There must be a strong wind at Coppermine, Many trees are down." And with these words her spirit crossed the line That borders the unknown. She spoke as she lay dying, miles away From forest haunts we knew, The drugs now held her mind within their sway In moments brief and few. She asked me often where her blessings were, The flowers Mother gave In packets filled with force that entered her, To help protect and save The souls of those who believe that love divine Shall triumph over death, Their lives of solemn offering the sign Beyond the final breath.

Regent and Mate Can we who mourn our loss be whole again? Is there a God to reunite the twain Beyond the borders of the unseen worlds, Beyond the nebulae, the cosmic swirls, Who stands in the exploding universe As Father, Mother, handmaid, servant, nurse Of souls, a Force and Power to rewed, Rejoin by love the living and the dead Who walk besieged the avenues of Time, Through countless births resume the epic climb. The dark prevails and in the balance sways The fate of centuries if grieving stays Our progress and the riven heart succumbs To lassitude and aspiration numbs, The flame reduced to ashes or a spark And heard n

In Consecrated Light The nuthatch on the old oak tree Of every crevice is aware, His call alerts the eye to see This muse of winged mystery. O world so torn by hate and still so fair, The forces of destruction rage In one last battle for control Of earth to usher in an age Where darkness reigns and saint and sage No longer chart the destiny of soul. How we are forced to look within, The evil in our hearts to face, We purveyors of pain and sin Who welcome darkest forces in Have planted evil in a sacred place. O splendours on the fairy wing Who soar aloft in heaven's blue, Will we yet live our song to sing And fro

Thousand-petalled Lotus of Delight Only the material sheath remains Sacred raiment of the Godhead's robe Symbol of the sacrificial gains For man endured, achieved on this bright globe. A perfume trailing like a wind-blown veil Exulting in the breeze's light caress, A fragrance like the heavenly asphodel And all our lives a summary of bliss. Behind the Ashram's scented gates we file, The little that we are we give to her Abandoning desires for awhile, The world beyond a busy whirring blur Of energies and entities that thrive In life's environment, on human fate, Alone She is the light in which we live, Dest

Riptide Twice the sea Accosted me, Its roar and roll A memory Of heaving wave And cobalt grave Exacting its toll And none to save. A fierce rip-tide That tossed aside The self's control, A nightmare ride Where breakers threw Foam and spew To swallow whole The life I knew. A fearsome flow, A force below A gaping hole Through which I'd go, And twice the feel Of arms like steel Thwarting the goal Of Neptune's zeal. I breathed in pain But safe again, Though God extol Cannot explain How all-wise Grace Selects a place To save one soul Or annul a race.

Haiku in Flight Planting iris In autumn chill Two friends smile secretly. Returning home By lantern light Unsteady heart, shaking hand. Now the soul Alone remains In the wreckage we call life. On the surface All is calm Within, a waterfall of tears. On the road A shadow looms, Ghost of dreams and past desires In the desert Wild dogs howl